She sat at the table and left a deep impression on us. During the journey, however, love may be occupied by resentment.
She leaned slowly against the table. She is too old, wrinkled and miserable, and pain gradually replaces love.
She likes our life. She doesn't like her mother. One day, I'm going on holiday, and my dream is here.
She messed up our lives and our plans, grandma. Once, on holiday, I took her halfway up Lubeilong (in Provence, it should be a nursing home or something).
-How kind of you! You can stay on the terrace of the big house for a long time.
-Ces maisons-la sonts faites for les vieux！
-Regard! Nice weather today!
-You're so small.
-You'll be fine, Grandma! You can see the Lanse River from the balcony of the big house.
-Those houses are for old people!
-Look! How happy they look!
As you wish, my child.
I forgot everything. The air blew my shiver again and sang "Who are you?" in my ear.
I left her there alone. It's warm, but I'm shivering. The bird flew over the ivy and sang in my ear, "What did you do to grandma?" '
Cha Brin de Herb, De Sem, De Ravander and De Roman seem to say to me, "But why did you leave your mother?"
Every blade of grass, thyme, lavender and rosemary seems to say to me, "What did you do to grandma? ''
I sang "But why did you leave me?" in My Crisis.
Even the music in my head is crying, "What did you do to grandma? ''
Listen, please forgive me All the souvenirs, mon c? This is your favorite. Besides, I also work in a luxury hotel. Please forgive me!
Gradually, guilt and self-blame surrounded me. Memories of my grandmother gradually calmed my heart. I'm on my way to the big house again. Find my grandmother and beg her to forgive me!
I keep everything in my heart. A bright light source.
I silently held her hand. Grandma's smile contains crystal tears.
A mother is the best. This is a souvenir. If you are with someone, please tell us about these days. When she is sad, you will put her eyes in a love box.
Grandma is a treasure. It gives us too many memories. If you have a grandmother, let her stay with you in the last few days of her life. When she leaves, gently close her eyes with the action of love.
If there is smoke today, I want to ask a question. Can I ask? Has your happiness been proved? Ale, répond re FIMément "She is là, la mamé!"
Now, if cicadas croak and ask me questions that I didn't dare to answer before, I can say happily and proudly with the heart of Provence,' Here she comes, grandma!' '
Not a professional, hehe. But this old woman should be very sad to see this poem …